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I hide behind the soundproof walls.
Glass shatters all around.
I watch, in horrified conviction,
And cannot hear a sound.

I know not what goes on around me,
And know not what may be.
I feel a screeching, deafening sensation,
And wish I could not see.

Blinded in my mind's sole eye,
And still I cannot hear.
Hide inside unbroken time.
Forever live in fear.

Glass broken in the sands of time;
I know it can't be real.
Abstractness in itself takes form.
Through sensing can we feel.

I live in anxiousness alone.
Space and time just seem to merge.
And time's sweet depth is left unbroken,
Swept away in death's cruel surge

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